"I'll make you pay, Mary Sunshine; just you wait." Kathryn vowed as she slipped back into the room.
Buffy stood in a circle of young people. Beside her was Sebastian, whispering in her ear. She laughed up at him. On her other side was Blaine Tuttle, Sebastian's best friend. Kathryn forgot he already knew Buffy; they were old friends. This night was getting worse as she saw Cecile and Court join the group.
"Turtle," Buffy said, calling him by his childhood name, looking at Blaine, "Can I talk to you on the verandah? I need some air and we can catch up. Excuse us everyone, we will be right back." The two old friends moved away just as Kathryn was about to join the group.
"I've missed you, Turtle. How have you been?" Buffy smiled at him, noticing how handsome he looked in his tuxedo.
"Not as good as you obviously," he laughed. She was his oldest friend. The one that had always accepted him, not ever caring about his sexual preferences.
"I wanted to get in touch with you. But you know Nana; she didn't want it leaking out before she could shock the most people."
"Your Nana is a hoot. I never thought she was stupid enough to leave everything to Kathryn. But when you stayed away so long, I began to wonder. What happened, Buffy?"
"I still remember when you named me that. Everyone thinks my mom came up with the name. She was so mad that summer when I refused to answer to anything else. They divorced a few years ago; neither one would let me come back. Seemed to be the only thing they didn't fight about. Nana didn't push it so it was left alone. I was left alone. So tell me about you. Who's your new honey?"
"Which one, dahling? You know how it is so many men so little time." Blaine threw his hands out dramatically.
"Oh Turtle, thankfully you never change. I'm sure I will have to watch my back around Kitty-Cat constantly. And all of the rest of me around your friend Sebastian. At least I don't have to around you."
"You're different Buffy, tougher somehow. I used to think if it ever came to a showdown between you and Kathryn she'd eat you alive. Now I'm not so sure there'd be enough body left to bury. Tell Turtle all about it." He looked at her seriously even though his words were joking.
Buffy laughed, "Just life, Turtle; took some hard knocks but I learned a good lesson."
"What?" he looked at her curiously. She had always been so happy when they were kids. He could still see pieces of the girl he remembered but the woman standing in front of him was a puzzle.
"Never let them hit you first. Let's go back. Stay the night and we will talk more tomorrow," she pleaded.
"Okay but I'm going to want more than this cryptic shit." Blain threw an arm around her shoulder, complaining good-naturedly.
"Wow, I must really be good if I can make with the cryptic, Turtle." Buffy kissed his cheek as they walked back inside laughing.
Kathryn's audience turned away to watch them walk back into the room. "She is so beautiful," Cecile sighed. "Like a fairy princess or something."
The ride home was pure hell for everyone. Tiffany bemoaned the situation the entire time. "She has the nerve to choose that low class nothing over my daughter; then to not even invite us to spend the night. We are Mertuils. That house is just as much ours as it is hers and certainly more than that insipid child's. Where has she been all the years we have cared for Madam. Ungrateful! That is what they are - ungrateful."
Everyone else breathed a sigh of relief to leave the limo. They didn't even wait for the driver to open the door. Kathryn rushed into her room, ripping off her dress. She had already snorted everything she took to the party and was tearing the room apart looking for more.
"Looking for something, sister dear?" Sebastian stood in the door with his shirt open and the top of his pants unbuttoned.
Kathryn smiled as she walked over to him. Exactly what she needed. He wanted her cousin. She could use that. "Come in, Sebastian and close the door. I have a proposition for you," she purred.
Her hands were already roaming down his body; his eyebrows went up but he did as she asked. "What are you up to Kathryn?"
"I want back what is mine, what has always been mine. No little California teenybopper is going to sweep in and take my place. I've worked to hard for it, taken too much shit."
"What do you expect me to do about it? And why should I care?" Sebastian acted bored but was curious to find out what her evil little mind had thought up.
"You're attracted to her, if for no other reason she looks like me. Seduce her, compromise her and get proof, then I'll offer to help her if she disappears. I would prefer to destroy her but it is my name as well. So what do you say? I'll give you whatever you want..." She rubbed him through his pants.
"Anything? But still why should I? I like her; she's nice. You're not that special Kathryn."
Moving back to loll back on the bed she rolled her hips seductively. Her hand ran over her hip to caress her firm behind. "You can put it anywhere."
"I'm going to need more than just your word, to convince me. How about your talented mouth as a show of good faith?" The question hung in the air between them.
"How do I know you will go through with it if I give you anything now?"
"How do I know you will really follow through, once I do what you want, if you won't even do this?"
Kathryn fell to her knees in front of him. She had already planned to seal the deal this way. Men are so easy. She glanced over to her closet where a video camera was recording everything.
He smiled down at her as she sucked him down her throat. He knew about the video; he had spliced a live feed into it not long after moving in. He had hours of video of Kathryn.
She was so stupid sometimes; he wondered if the drugs were damaging her brain. His father taught him long ago; you don't shit where you eat. There was a small apartment, on the Upper East Side, they used for rendezvous. If one of them were using it, there was a small discreet hotel whose clientele included very important men past and present.
He thinks he is so smart but he writes down everything he does in that stupid journal. All I have to do is fuck him then fuck him over for good. I'll teach him no one forgets Kathryn Mertuil; just as soon as he does what I want, like a good puppy.
Buffy and Blaine were sitting by the pool sipping drinks. "Okay Buffy spill it. What is the deal?"
"Well, after Mom and Dad started fighting, I got in trouble at Hemery. There was a gang trying to hurt one some of my friends. When it was all over, the gym had burned down and they blamed me for it. My friends ditched me, parents divorced and then mom and I moved. It was some little town about two hours outside of LA."
"But that still doesn't explain why you are; I really don't know how to explain it," Blaine searched for the right words.
"Harder, tougher." Buffy supplied.
"Yeah." He waited patiently for her to tell him the rest of the story.
"Let's just say I went from being at the top to barely being noticed. I only had two friends. Mom didn't know or care what I did anymore. It felt like every night was a battle just to stay alive."
"Joyce got that bad? Of all the parental units, I never thought she'd flake out."
"The divorce hit her hard. Seems Daddy dearest was a lot more like his old crowd than she knew. When she found out, she just gave up, on everything, except Scotch. Enough about that, I'm here, I'm staying; no matter how much it hair lips the princess and the evil queen. So tell me what I need to know about her and her step-brother, that I don't already."
Blain's eyebrows rose at that comment. Kathryn had always fooled everyone or so he thought. Sebastian was usually better at sweet-talking the ladies at least at first. "What do you know?"
"Oh, don't look so surprised, Turtle," Buffy laughed. "Do you really think Nana got where she is and kept it for so long being stupid? Kathryn hasn't ever fooled her. There isn't a thing that has happened in this house, island or the city she isn't aware of if not immediately then soon after. The Mertuil holdings have always been large but Nana has more than tripled them in her lifetime. No Turtle, she isn't stupid and neither am I. You forget I grew up with Kitty-Cat. I know she's a class-A bitch. As for Sebastian, he's a player; we look enough alike plus I'm fresh meat. I'm sure his fingers are burning to jot me down in his journal."
Blaine's eyes bulged. Sebastian was his best friend next to Buffy; very few people knew about the journal. "How do you know about his journal?"
"Answer your own question Turtle, where does the golden boy live?" her brow quirked.
"With Kathryn at the Mertuil Townhome. Oh, your Nana is wicked." Blaine laughed at the thought of the 65-year-old woman outsmarting the two conniving teens.
"She still loves me though, right?" He looked at her with puppy dog eyes and a silly pout.
"You yes; your side job no. That is one of the reasons I wanted you to spend the night Turtle." Buffy voice took on a serious note.
He paled visibly under his tan. "Madam knows about the drugs? Does she know why?" Blaine's parents refused to support him as long as he continued his 'silly homosexual' business.
"Yep, she says your parents always were stupid. Only good thing they ever did was you. That is a direct quote. So Turtle how'd you like to go legit?"
"What do you mean Buffy? Who would hire me and for what?"
"I would to help me at MI. Anyone smart enough to support himself in style off society and still have them accept you is smart enough for me. Nana agrees."
"What would I be doing?" he asked hesitantly.
"Well, you would have to turn over your business to someone else. Sell it to them - I don't care. Just don't leave a trail. You are already out of school, which is so unfair. Thankfully, I only have to go until 2:00 each day. I'm supposed to decide which division I want to take over and run. I want you to help me choose. We will work in each division then decide by graduation, which one fits us best. What do you say Turtle; want to be a captain of industry?"
Blaine looked out over the pool; thinking over everything, he was being offered. "Will I get to have real input, real power or be your errand boy?"
"You mean I could chase you around my desk? I don't want a gopher; I want someone I can trust who has been around all of these people his entire life. You've always been underestimated Turtle, so have I but I was fine with that. My life was simple, happy then when things changed, it became out of control. I had no say anymore. Well now I do, granted Nana still has ultimate veto but she isn't cruel or unfair. She can be hard even ruthless, if she has to be, but there is a difference. She's taught me that Turtle."
"What's the difference? Isn't it all the same?" he asked. Blaine couldn't help feel a thrill of excitement at the idea of being able to use his intelligence for more than dealing drugs.
"No cruelty is something done intentionally to hurt another with no regard for anyone but yourself. Ruthlessness is a single-minded determinedness to accomplish a goal. Nana is fair; she always comes in the front door. She doesn't lie to your face then stab you in the back. You can be polite to people and still be yourself. Nana is Nana to your face and behind your back. If Tiff and Kitty-Cat had ever really listened, they would have realized that long ago. She never promised Kitty-Cat anything but what her father left her in trust. They decided she was the rightful heir, not Nana. I've known since I was little; it was what she wanted for me. My parents were determined that it would never happen. They didn't want me in this world. Daddy hates Nana and Mom never understood her; mostly they were just scared of her. It didn't matter that I loved her. I only got to come here for one month every summer because of some agreement."
"Okay, when do I start?" his said as his eyes twinkled.
Buffy jumped up diving for his lap. She spread kisses all over his face. "You almost make me wish I was straight, Buffy."
"Yeah, yeah you sweet talker; no wonder all the guys want you. As soon as you have all your business in the city in order, we are moving to the main townhouse next week for school. Joy, I get to go to Manchester with the Princess President." They both laughed at her nickname for Kathryn.
"Luckily I only have a few classes, the rest are mostly sports. I've already tested out of the ones I could to be able to work part of the day. So no languages or history; just a Math and Science."
"What sports? The only thing I remember you liked to do was swim and ride."
"Fencing, Karate, Gymnastics and Equestrian," Buffy rolled of her list.
"You fence since when?" Blaine never would have paired Buffy with the demanding sport.
"For a few years now, why?" she shrugged her shoulder.
"Well the golden boy should be in at least two of your classes. The Princess President is in one as well." Blaine laughed at the face Buffy made.
"Sebastian is Manchester's fencing champion and both of them take riding. His aunt has a nice spread on the other side of the island."
"Damn it! Those are my two favorite ones. Oh well, at least I get to knock the golden boy down a few pegs in one."
"Buffy, Sebastian has been fencing since he was seven years old. He has won every tournament he's ever been in." Blaine looked at the predatory gleam in her eyes and the smirk on her lips. "Okay it looks like you'll have a baptism by fire the first day. You already know not to trust them but Sebastian has been after Kathryn for a while. He's my best friend but I don't want you caught between those two. Their games are pretty ruthlessly cruel or cruelly ruthless, whatever. Just be careful, I'll find out what I can. Both of them like to talk to moi because I am not a threat to anyone. What they don't know won't hurt them. I do appeal you know, forbidden fruit and all." Blaine's eyebrows waggled.
Buffy laughed, "Turtle, you are the best! Don't ever change. Now let's go see what Nana's up to. Hopefully she hasn't bought Japan or something. I don't have enough time to learn a new language." Blaine snapped her on the rear with a towel as he chased her into the house.
"Mother have you seen this? She is in all the papers, every magazine; she is everywhere. I hate her." Kathryn stormed into Tiffany's bedroom. Her mother was having a massage. Kathryn's eyebrow quirked, to see the masseuses hand quickly cover her mother. She smiled at him seductively. "That is just what I need. You don't mind if I borrow Sven do you, Mother. I have a terrible headache from all the stress."
"Uh no dear, I was through anyway. Go to your room and I'll send him right along." Tiffany's head was turned away from Kathryn.
"Thank you, Mother. You are so thoughtful. Oh, grandmother and that girl are moving into the town today. The Main if I'm not mistaken." Kathryn left the room or so Tiffany thought.
"Come here, Sven. Let me take care of that for you since we were so rudely interrupted."
Kathryn thought quickly grabbing a servant in the hall. She ordered them in to interrupt them again with fresh towels. No, the delectable Sven is going to be servicing me today.
Sebastian was sitting on his bed about to record last night's escapades in his journal. He heard a door close and voices from Kathryn's room across the hall. Grinning to himself, he moved to his bookcase and flipped a switch. Locking his door he laid back to watch the newest adventure in the sexcapades of Kathryn Mertuil.
"Come in, Sven. You can set up there by the bed." Kathryn pointed to the area in front of the bed and camera.
"Oh perfect viewing pleasure for our viewing audience. Thank you Kathryn you are such a considerate hostess."
Kathryn dropped her robe climbing onto the massage bed. "I want a complete body massage, Sven. I'm so tense. I need something to relieve the stress." Her voice was low and husky as she lay on her back on the table.
Sven poured warm oil into his strong hands. Yes, I know exactly what little miss wants. Sven gives all the women what they want. Starting at her feet, he began to massage her legs, loosening up the muscles until he got to her bared cunt.
Kathryn opened her eyes, spreading her thighs wide. Sven's hands moved in to massage her inner then outer lips. He then placed the edge of each hand on either side of her clit. His hands begin a rapid back and forth movement. She shrieked with the force of the orgasm when it hit her. Sven's hands went on to her breasts to mold and smooth them over and over again. Kathryn turned over, her body heavy with want.
Moving to the head of the table, Sven started at her shoulders working towards her bottom, massaging the firm round mounds. "Mmm yes Sven, more." Her hands unbuttoned his pants, her tongue flicked out to lick the head of his cock. He wasn't thick but very long and very hard. His fingers slid easily as he stretched across her body. He reached all the way down to press as far as he could into her waiting heat. When he moved back over her firm rear, his finger slid in. "Yes more, more," Kathryn demanded. He added another as he slid in and out of her puckered opening. "Sven, that feels good. More, fuck me, fuck my ass," she ordered.
He slid out of the rest of his clothes to come up behind her on the table. Administering the oil to his straining cock, he positioned himself at her rosette. Kathryn moved her hands to hold herself open for him. Sven began to push into her until he was finally seated in all of the way. He was surprised that someone so small could hold all of him this way.
Moving slowly until he heard her demands, he began to pound into her. He stretched around to sink his fingers into her dripping cunt. This little miss is a hot piece of ass. She began to push against him to find her release as he increased his pace. "Yes, yes, yes." "Gotten Ham," Sven yelled.
"That was very good Sven, you may go. Put me down for this time next week. Oh damn school, oh well I can leave. It is a health appointment after all." Sven nodded as he packed up his table. Kathryn pushed the money into his pocket fondling him one last time. She unlocked the door letting him out only to see Sebastian smirking at her. The look on his face, it was almost like he knew what she had been doing. That is silly there isn't any way he could, even if he did it wouldn't matter, who would believe him.
Sebastian watched her close her door. Damn, I guess she did mean anywhere. I'm just not so sure I want my dick anywhere near her anymore. He picked up the paper on his desk, reading the society column; a huge grin spread across his face. Now this is more like it; all of Kathryn's beauty and class none of her mileage and spite.
Elisabeth Anne Mertuil brings the illustrious Madam back to our fair city to live. The Main, the family Mertuil Townhouse, has been opened after all of these years. We are anxiously awaiting the first big party and a chance to be inside this landmark home again. Elisabeth will be attending Manchester Academy as a senior.
"Blah, blah, blah, so the little cousin is up the street in the grand palace and the poor princess has to make do with this hovel." Laughing to himself, he jumped into the shower then dressed quickly. Walking towards the door, he heard a voice calling him.
"Sebastian, where are you going?" Kathryn asked.
"To pay my respects to the family of course," he walked out the door, calling his favorite florist on the way.
Buffy was expecting Blaine, so had told Jean-Pierre to show her guest into the ballroom. She was using it for her sparring sessions. Her grandmother had found several different partners to help her workout. Buffy enjoyed the sessions and had an easy rapport with her partners.
Her famous quips were back and she was always catching today's partner off guard. Rick had been teaching and competing in Martial Arts for over twenty years. His sessions with Buffy were the most grueling he ever had but also the most fun her ever remembered having. He couldn't figure out how someone so tiny could pack such a wallop.
Sebastian stepped into the ballroom expecting to see Buffy taking dance lessons. Surprise was written all over his face to watch the tiny blond dynamo take down her partner. He had to be at least a foot taller and weigh more than double, what she did.
"Come on Ricky Ricardo, are you gonna sing for me. Babba Loo, Babba Loo. Do you still love Lucy? How are Fred and Ethel doing?"
Buffy's one-liners went out almost as fast as her feet and fists. She jabbed, dodged, blocked, kicked and spun around her larger opponent. Moving in low, she swept his feet sending him to the ground. She jumped up crowing with laughter then did a backwards flip away from him. Rick got up smiling then laughed to see her dancing around him. Buffy grabbed him dancing him around the room.
"Say it Ricky. Say it," she crooned.
"Babba Loo!" he laughed. They stopped laughing when they heard two sets of hands clapping.
Blaine cheered but Sebastian just looked her body over in her tight exercise clothes. Buffy quirked her eyebrow at him then turned to Blaine smiling. "Turtle you're here. I didn't know you were bringing anyone."
He kissed her cheek. "Didn't, found this poser watching when I got here."
Rick had gathered up his things. "Excuse me a minute guys." Buffy walked back over to Rick; they talked then hugged. She nodded her head in agreement then they both walked back over to the door.
"Turtle, why don't you boys wait for me out on the verandah? It's a nice out; I'll be down in a sec, after I see Rick out and change." Buffy breezed out of the room with her sparring partner.
"This way Valmont," Blaine said his voice clipped.
Sebastian looked at Blaine closely. "What is up your butt?"
"Nothing, just don't want you playing any games here; wait until we get outside where we can talk." Blaine led him through the house as if he had been there often. "What brings you around Valmont?"
"Why, Buffy of course. Did you really think I'd pass up on a chance at such a beautiful girl?"
"Did you watch her at all in there Sebastian? She may look sweet but I wouldn't want to piss her off if I were you," Blaine warned. This was the only warning his old friend was going to get from him.
"I don't aim to piss her off; I aim to get her off," he laughed. "She's gorgeous, rich, classy and someone new. What's not to like?"
"Plus she looks like Kathryn" Blaine added slyly.
"There is that; it would be like fucking her without all the baggage and bitching. Not to mention what it would do for my reputation."
"And that's all no other reason?" Blaine's eyebrow rose in question.
"Well there is..." Sebastian started to answer.
Jean-Pierre walked out with a tray of drinks. "Miss Elizabeth will only be a few more minutes. Please enjoy"
"I'll have to tell you later. Meet me at your house later tonight" he turned smiling brightly towards the French doors. "Buffy, you look wonderful, I never knew a woman who could change so quickly."
"Thanks Sebastian, please sit. Turtle, how's everything going?" She turned her head away from Sebastian; crossing her eyes, so only Blaine could see her.
Blaine laughed, "They are going well. I'll be at my new job by the time you start school."
"Oh Turtle, I'm so happy for you."
"What new job?" Sebastian asked. Looking from one to the other in confusion.
"Oh well, I got a job offer after a party. It was from an old acquaintance of the family, so it took me this long to make sure I was going to go for it. It's just some go see kind of stuff; with my background, I'm their poster boy. I'll be closing up shop; selling off my clientele so to speak."
Sebastian looked at Buffy warily. "I've known Turtle forever; I know what he does and why. I'm just glad he's got another choice before it was too late and something happened to him." Buffy smiled at her dear friend.
Sebastian watched her face as she stood beside Blaine not caring what or who he was. He wondered what it would be like to be accepted like that by someone. He figured he'd never know.
"Are you alright, Sebastian?" Buffy asked. She watched the normally flirtatious teen go silent like he was deep in thought.
"Yes, well. I just wanted to stop by and welcome you to the neighborhood. That's us - down the block in the tiny Mertuil Townhouse. It's only half the size of this one, which means it only, takes up one city block rather than two."
Buffy laughed, she had to admit he was charming. "Yep it is kind of big for just me and Nana but you never get rid of real estate or so I'm told."
Buffy walked him to the door at the same time Blaine's cell phone rang. It was Kathryn demanding he meet her at his house in thirty minutes.
"I'd like to take you to dinner tomorrow." Sebastian smiled at her, maneuvering her into a secluded area by the door.
"That would be nice but I'm afraid Nana has us booked until school starts. Maybe one day next week?" Buffy easily moved away from him.
"Sure, I'll call you and make arrangements. I guess I'll see you at Manchester on Monday then." Buffy smiled closing the door in his face.